always get out of the hole to get sucked right back in. i mean nothing to anyone and im lying to myself if i think anyone will give a fuck when im dead.
I felt like this last week. People get over the death of loved ones. They just trudge on and one day it’s like they never existed.
I just keep walking but some days, walking is pointless.
I’m not helping here am I. Not sure I can. It doesn’t get better, it just gets different. One day I looked back and I was what felt like a million miles away from my last psychotic break. Not sure how I came out the other side. I have no answers.
Just posting a stream of mud filled rain seems to help on days like this. Maybe tomorrow the rain will have less mud. Maybe the mud helps the plants. Either way it fills my room and I can hardly breath.
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I felt like this last week. People get over the death of loved ones. They just trudge on and one day it’s like they never existed.
I just keep walking but some days, walking is pointless.
I’m not helping here am I. Not sure I can. It doesn’t get better, it just gets different. One day I looked back and I was what felt like a million miles away from my last psychotic break. Not sure how I came out the other side. I have no answers.
Just posting a stream of mud filled rain seems to help on days like this. Maybe tomorrow the rain will have less mud. Maybe the mud helps the plants. Either way it fills my room and I can hardly breath.
Yeah humans are always going forward. Between family too. I mean know matter what tragedy happens we sooner wake up on a day we forget so.. yeah.